Healing Touch 5e Novels & Stories

Since he was already in this state, he was afraid that if someone touched him now, he might die with the shock his body would have. Trevor had a disease that he had discovered when he was eleven years old, he couldn't be touched by men. Therefore, his heat was the most painful time for him. Because of his disease; Trevor could not possibly have sex with anyone! While he could do it with alpha or omega females, he found to his horror that his body was not attracted to them in the slightest.

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Power radiated from him in waves that made my healer’s senses scream warnings. “Fifty thousand gold crowns.” His voice cut through the shocked silence like a blade through silk. The auctioneer’s mouth fell open. “I—excuse me, my lord, but the current bid is only—” “Fifty. Thousand.” Each word carried the weight of absolute authority. “For the healer.” A demon lord in the front row rose, his red eyes flashing. “Now see here, stranger. I was bidding on that merchandise—” The silver-eyed man turned toward him slowly. Something in that movement made my primitive brain scream danger. “Were you?”

My lips curled as I met the pink glow in his eyes with a smile. "You two are sweet, but are you going to heal me? Or am I going to stay like this as punishment?" Taylor asked, pouting from the side. "Fine." Cole stood up and I saw him walk over to Taylor to help him up. "So what about you?" I asked as I watched Cole. "I'll live." Cole then turned to Taylor. "Okay, should I try healing touch or aura?" "What's the difference?" I asked him again. "Both are different from what I'm used to. What I normally do takes time, but healing touch allows me to heal instantly with one touch, and healing aura is like an invisible bubble around me that can heal anything around me."

Although the academy was fortunate in that the Empire explicitly designated a few clerics for it. Many people could learn to heal by purchasing a healing spellbook, but they could only mend a scratch or two. A Cleric's healing was on another level entirely. Clerics at the highest levels could even bring back someone who was on the brink of death. A spell that made the wound disappear as if it had never existed. Only Clerics have this talent in this universe. The bleeding stopped immediately, and new flesh grew quickly. Everything would revert to normal the instant her hand touched the wound.

Her touch was impossibly cold as she guided my hands to his chest. My gaze met hers. She gave me a gentle, encouraging smile. “Feel that,” she whispered. A warm current pulsed beneath my hands—small at first, but growing, spreading outward like a ripple in a still pond. “You are a healer,” she said. “Your touch can save him.” Before I could reply, she vanished, but the heat under my palms remained, intensifying until it burst into a blinding white light. A moment later, Lex’s chest heaved. He gasped, sucking in a desperate breath.

I hold it there, right at the surface, and I focus. Show me. Please. Show me what this is. And then I see it. Not with my eyes. With something deeper. Something that hums at the base of my skull and burns behind my ribs and pulses in time with the pendant around my neck. Healer's Sight. The wound opens up in my mind like a map—layers of muscle and blood and bone, all tangled together with something that shouldn't be there. Threads. Black and green and oily, coiled through Adam's body like roots burrowing into soil. They're wrapped around his ribs, threaded through his veins, and every place they touch is rotting from the inside out.

I began to focus my energy to his while chanting. I could feel the heat of my touch seep into his body and the white flaming energy begins to heal his being. "This will hurt a bit." I whispered and continued to chant. Being able to heal through just a touch was very rare for witches and most did not succeed. But with the power coursing through my body made it all the more easier.

A pleased grin tugged at his lips as he whispered to himself, "Nailed it. My Supreme Transcendant Art is now at level five. With the power I have now, I can channel energy into force." A spark of excitement flashed in his eyes as he rose, ghost-like, from his seat. "The decade-long restriction is lifted. I can finally tap into the advanced healing arts my dad passed down to me. They say you need to be at the fifth level of the Supreme Transcendant Art to wield the Five Golden Instruments, to control them with your energy. The healing power? Unmatched."

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